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The more rational The morally better To be both  Pleasing and analytical Disturbance Revolt The struggle for liberty The Church and the Aristocracy Seize the cathedral's bells and push open the city gates

ScoMo "it's all a bit wonky" Chin up he said, it’s all a bit wonky, sure, but we’ll smash those Labor bastards The Guardian 20/10/18

Like tears in the rain Knowing all at once This is not what we wanted Trapped in this territory That is deliberately scented to mask the  stench of our failure So much bloodletting Even to get even this far Dancing repetitively across countless seasons Hiding within one deception before attempting another In praise of what is willed to become I don't own my future Plain and  unadorned and stumbling across timespans On the surface Everything recorded for keeping purposes But acting as tokens that represent so much more To the effect that What is hidden is made to appear even more appealing Hidden as a threat Hidden for ownership In secrecy The promise that those who lie will lead themselves to death Accepting that the more powerful gain invasive power Through deceiving the meek And this populous is frozen It sits on own hands In recognition and in horror of those that implement outrageous cunning

To see All her dreams Her darkened dreams Her emergence from darkness In darkness alone and awake Once we were gods Reflecting in the mirrors of imaginary time A warrior woman to protect us Of angelic intent Knowing of past tears and flame A woman of the cross Grieving in choice and loss Her persona Her persona observed By three faces Whom who sees all ocean waves One-off sponsorship You Tube

To see All her dreams Her darkened dreams Her emergence from darkness In darkness alone and awake Once we were gods Reflecting in the mirrors of imaginary time A warrior woman to protect us Of angelic intent Knowing of past tears and flame A woman of the cross Grieving in choice and loss Her persona Her persona observed By three faces Whom who sees all ocean waves One-off sponsorship You Tube

Sacrificed to celebrate loss Adoration as the judgement falls All flaws are exposed As small and insignificant histories Where generosity leads demise Forced, captured and impounded The ritual once initiated has to be completed To endure the next cycle As a lesson learned To strive from failure Through strategy of small loss In time And in the power of time Once possessed as property Reborn and yet returned You must wait until approved Until the deception is honoured Before you can act before you are human again To regain your reputation In adoration of yourself

“There’s no way I would be hanging around like embittered Kevin Rudd or Tony Abbott,” Mr Turnbull said. “Seriously, these people are like, sort of miserable, miserable ghosts.”

Some ask  Some say  But everything is subjective When you stand and notice Does it matter? When you try to react When it is dark When the moon finds you When you are in beauty In your place In alignment Those voices in your head What is it you want to say? Adoration of self  Glow Your power to change

Here comes the transformation And the waves of all hype Realize the dangerous assumptions Don't assume that it must be done Don't pretend that it's all about your crazy Celebrate all implications Impede haste and urgency The nebulous demands The fuzzy strategies Stand strong and let it wash over It is about your solutions Your appropriateness Your making sense Your offerings to the demi-gods of change Mission-critical Synonymous in doubt Expectations and confusion Your unique attributes and characteristics The fools who rise to divine rank